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In the early spring evening, the wind was exceptionally cold. The moment Guan Rong stepped out of the Jing Family's courtyard, she was hit by a chill and tightened her collar further.
Hua Xiaomai also felt the cold, drawing her hands into her sleeves. Looking up unintentionally, she saw Aunt Geng standing under a big tree with three or four middle-aged women, chattering incessantly, though Hua Xiaomai couldn't make out what they were discussing.
